Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 19

Trevon leaned lazily against the corner of the elevator, and his eyes fixed on Natalie, who was unsteady on her feet. The image of her surprising the whole scene came to his mind. He gritted his teeth and said. “You’re quite something.”

However, Natalie was now suffering from the aftereffects of her drunk and did not know that Trevon was talking to her. She was a behaved drinker and would not make any noise after getting drunk. It was just that her feet felt light when walking, as if she was stepping on a cloud, floating.

With a stagger, she was about to fall toward the elevator. But at the same time, a large, strong palm wrapped around her slender, soft waist.

Trevon inexplicably felt his palm very hot. Natalie’s dress was so thin that Trevon could feel the warmth and softness of her skin, and her waist was slender enough to be held by one hand.

He looked at her with obscure eyes.

At this moment, Jim, who held on to his breath and tried to reduce his presence, thought that Trevon still cared about Natalie. At least he did not leave her behind.

The moment the elevator door opened, Jim quickly fled to the car.

He drove the car to the nearest location of the elevator and got out to open the car door for Trevon. Then he went straight to the driver’s seat and raised the fender between the front and rear seats without thinking.

Jim complained deep down, “Life is really too hard.”

In the back seat, Natalie was drowsy. She scratched her face, which was a bit itchy, and always felt something like the fine hair sliding around her face.

She kept scratching her face again and again, but it was still itchy. This action attracted the man’s attention. He stretched out his well–defined fingers to help her pluck the loose hair on her face behind her ear.

After that, Natalie fell asleep quietly against the car window.

Trevon stared quietly at the side–view of her face and muttered, “At least she didn’t make a fuss after drinking.”

Jim arrived at the Adare Manor as quickly as possible. He got out of the car, opened the back car door, and respectfully asked, “Do you want to get out of the car, Mr. Wilson?”

Trevon replied coolly, “What do you think?”

Jim scratched his head and hesitantly asked, “Should I wake up Mrs. Wilson? She’s asleep. Or Mr. Wilson, will you… carry her in…” The last three words were said in an extremely low voice.

the car. His eyebrows knitted together, and a headache came up to him. He

good while, he felt that he should not cross the line according to the agreement,

Wilson, are you serious? That is your wife, not mine. Do you think

comply, he said to himself again. “Forget it. I’ll do

Natalie, who was still asleep and was jolted by the cold wind. She subconsciously leaned toward the heat source around her, and her hands wrapped around his neck,

moment, he would have thrown her to the ground without hesitation.

was a little distracted and hot, just wanting to hurry

house..

his cell phone and took a picture of them. He said

Mrs. Wilson, who can be cool and sassy but also gentle and quiet. And she can even change

the bed. When he tried to get up, he found that his

wake her up. “Natalie, let go.”

The sleeping woman thought she was holding a bear plushie

pressed against her soft red lips. His breathing stopped for a moment, and he stared at Natalie with widened

the woman must have done it on purpose.

this, Natalie turned over her body and continued sleeping, leaving the man alone

and wanted to rush over and rip her. However, the woman was still sound asleep on

little hard to accept that his body had some kind of reaction it. Could it be that he was aroused because of a kiss?

it was not even a kiss. It could only be considered a light touch between the

and indifferently put them on her. Then he turned around and went

shower.

gotten into the car with Hackett yet, reasoning that Sherri was still

you got her

to drink. If he had known that this woman would make such

the initiative to come up

was just the beginning,

couldn’t beat

impatiently urged, “Can you be quicker?”

with no patience and went straight to the dance

it. She struggled and pulled Hackett’s hair with both hands, screaming. I